tenna’s trohpy wife

with that said...

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

° He is older than Doof (to my knowledge from what i recall P&F lore is really timeline inconsistent). He has to be at LEAST 50 years old given that he is a CRT TV. He's likely closer to 70.

° He is canonically both divorced and also a child of divorce and has a buttfuck load of trauma from both events

° He has fangs.

° He is literally doomed by prophecy. Like the Deltarune version of the Bible straight up says he's supposed to fucking die lmfao.

° He does stupid little autistic ass dances (im autistic and he dances like me)

° He probably has BPD and his abandonment issues are so bad he nearly committed multiple homicide over them

° He canonically shrinks to roughly the size of a soccer ball when he is sad

° His divorced ex is Spamton G. Spamton, another Tumblr Sexyman. They used to be partners and they share leitmotifs. They also have a literal daughter.

° Tenna is the one canonically responsible for cracking the egg of Mettaton in the Deltarune universe.

° He can do a perfect 180 mid-air split.

° He has a pronounced lisp.

° He was so torn up about falling out with his partner that he tore down every poster of them together and keeps his dressing room sealed behind a wall.

° He grows a flower out of the tip of his nose when he's happy.

° He was originally supposed to look more like an Ant and had four arms

° He is CANONICALLY into petplay and begs IN-GAME to be walked on a leash like a dog.

Consider voting Mr. Ant Tenna!

See the list of reasons attached by @ spamtennatruther, as well as the short and sweet list written by me below! Both are recommended viewing should you not know Mr. Tenna!

Some notable reasons to Vote Tenna:

- Handsome Apron wearing older husband who would TOTALLY spoil you rotten!

- Queer Single Father who loves his (infant) daughter to death! You'd be a happy family!

- 15 feet of cuddles and kisses and spinning around with you in the air!

- Service Top or Bottom, he'll be whatever you like! You like roleplaying in bed? He's also a TV Host and professional actor by trade, so you KNOW he's good at it!

Caine fanbase/Caineling Beehive, Thank you for your continued support to keep our gentleman's agreement! This wild and wacky show of ours shall go on, and we will win for Caine in spirit!

We are sorry the rng generator forced us to fight. Now is our time to stand together as sister character fanbases and get Tenna to victory!

If you haven't voted yet, make sure you vote Tenna and spread the word to your hive!

Neutrals, consider taking a look before voting to form an opinion on Mr. Tenna!

We know he's a bit of a newcomer to the competition, so we'd like to allow you the opportunity to get to know him!

Oh, he has a little song for you! Come and take a quick listen!

To the Ants N' Bees, keep biting and buzzing! You're doing incredible!

Sometimes you'll come home and he'll demand to be ravished. "It's been such a LONG day, honey," he'll say, and he can't keep his hands off you, rubbing his thumb between your shoulder blades. "The lights all fell at the carnival set! It was a complete CLOWN NIGHTMARE!!" but the last thing he's thinking about is the soundstage. He's thinking about your skin, the way you sweat with exertion just to please him, the way you smell when you're turned on. He's not subtle. "You know what sounds good? You know what sounds like a treat and a half? Hmm? Don't cha' just wanna RIDE me like a six-speed bicycle??" That makes you laugh, he makes you laugh, and he presses his lips into your hairline on the couch.

Tenna is so large and such a weird shape that getting close to him is strange, there's ways about it that you have to figure out and develop. His head is big, and hangs over the rest of his body, so you can't press your chests together as you kiss. Even sleeping in bed, his body dwarfs you, so you have to wrap your arm around his neck or his waist. You can't kiss him while you sit on his lap, and you can't kiss him when you're between his legs.

He likes it even better when it's your idea. He always loves it when you initiate anything, it makes him feel sexy, especially when you say you've been thinking about him all day, because he's definitely been thinking about you. If the two of you fumble into the bedroom, all tongues and teeth, and you order him to bend over the side of the bed, Tenna has to keep himself from pulling confetti out of nowhere. It hits him with arousal straight in his lower guts, anytime you know what you want and he gets to be a good boy while you come and take it. When he's behind you and you're tugging him by a leash, demanding faster, harder. When he's pleasuring you with his hands and you tell him exactly where you want it and how, spread out over the sheets while he's curled around you, and he's so big that you can only tease him back with your foot until he comes in his pants. When he's got his mouth on you and your chest is rising and falling so fast, your breath so heavy and sweet. When you're doing this. He gets to take orders instead of giving them out, even if he takes a few creative liberties sometimes, when he knows he can make it even better for you.

Tenna's on his back, propped up on pillows, his legs off the side of the bed, and you're between them. He looks down and watches you, watches the way you bite your lip at how he clings when you pull out and push back in. That initial discomfort and the euphoria of being penetrated, that feeling he couldn't quite emulate all those years he was on his own. You like him like this, need him like this, when the stage lights are off him, and he's needy and vulnerable and you want to take care of him. You'll push a little bit deeper and he'll whine, a little bit strange but then easing into pleasure. He knows that all you're focused on is how he feels, his comfort, your hands rubbing up his thighs, your lips kissing up his chest, and that pleasure builds and builds until he's rocking back up against you.

Tenna is grabbing a pillow in both arms, one of the big Tenna-sized ones, trying not to bite into it and tear it apart with his teeth. The bed shakes, and his feet are planted on the ground behind you for extra stability. His face is that salacious shade of pink and wet and huffing, and his cock is bobbing with every thrust into him. You're going hard now, and he sits up so he can pull you into his chest. "So good, t-top of the line, EXCELLENT! H-harder, honey, please!!"

You're starting to feel the exertion, and you pant, into his chest, "you look so pretty like this." You can feel the way his cock jumps at that, against your stomach. Massive thighs press in a little harder on either side of you. "I've been so hungry for this, to push you down and make you mine. And you love it, hmm? Can't get enough?"

He whines, nails digging into your back, "I'm all yours! Your TV!! K-keep going-keep, oh, heck…" and Tenna is such an overwhelming presence. He's huge and clingy and needy and he's pulling you so close. His overheating chest is making you sweat, his robotic body hisses and groans as he moves, his back is arching towards you, he's muttering under his breath, "please, please, sunshine, please," and you want to keep him like this for the rest of time. You pump harder, grind into his prostate, and he makes this terrible, squealing moan as he shoots his load out against your stomach. Trembling, toes curled, he grabs you as he falls backwards to keep you as close as possible.

HM??? How do YOU know about my secret Pluey time and Pluey's funny dance???

But since you asked so nicely.....

ill-advised internet rabbit hole

i was gonna do this in strawpage but the drawing tool is kinda buns and i had a vision

someone on twitter made a very compelling argument about making tenna fatter and my hand moved by itself

live spamton reaction

version without shirt under the cut

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt